Robbie has been in so much trouble. How many times does he have to be told – when in a hole stop digging. Things came to a head on Thursday evening when I put a casserole in the oven for him before I went off to work, it would have been ready between 6.30pm and 7.30pm when he got home from work. The problem was that he didn't get home at 6.30pm or 7.00pm, he wasn't even home by 8.00pm, it was past 9.00pm before he got home. What annoyed me was that he didn't ring home to check if Laura and Sam were OK and to make sure that anything in the oven had been turned off. So Robbie arrived home to charcoal instead of casserole and nobody had been fed. That would be bad enough, but the thing that infuriated me was that he left the burnt casserole dish for me to deal with! Not the way to win friends and influence people!
The reason for his lateness was the extra work created by the company moving to new offices. By Friday morning Robbie hadn't managed to apologise, in fact he was adamant that it was my fault for not foreseeing his lateness. He has obviously got so used to me knowing when he is lying that he really expects me to have a crystal ball. There was no contact all day, then he rang when he should have been almost home to say that he was still at work and wouldn't be for some time. Another 'dinner in the dog' night! It was about 10.00pm by the time he finally got home and the best was still to come – he wanted to go out to play on Saturday!
Until recently I hadn't thought much about Robbie's colleagues. I guess my feelings about them were fairly similar to their feelings about me, a bit odd but fairly harmless. Now it's war! I have been really annoyed about Robbie being taken for granted for a while now, why is it always him who has to stay late in order to get everything done? Apparently they were so grateful for the work he had done on the move that they left some toffees on his desk to say thank you, but nobody stayed to help him. Someone gave him a ticket for a railway open day the next day, a nice thought, but after the week we'd had, not the best way to pour oil on troubled waters!
So Robbie went to the open day, not exactly with my blessing, but he was probably safer there than at home! He returned at about 9.00pm and moaned for the rest of the evening about the cramped bus replacement between Northampton and Birmingham International. So you will be surprised to hear that none of his 'bits' have been rearranged and he has been forgiven. You will have to ask him how he managed that, but I can assure you that he cleaned the casserole dish – I saved it for him!
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